Give and Take
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,853
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Silence. Long thick, silence. You could cut it with a knife. Dumbstruck expression on my face, sparkling eyes filled with mischief on his. Roaring laughter. My face goes from dumbstruck to crestfallen.
“I’m sorry. But that was just too funny…” More laughter. “You should have seen your expression just now…” If I could kill him right now, rip his guts out, bash that gorgeous head of his against the wall, destroy that annoyingly ideally spiked hair, and gouge out those twinkling eyes, I would.
“Are you gonna help me… or not?” I say between gritted teeth. I’m fuming. I’m pretty sure anyone could mistake me for a chimney right now.
“Oh come on man, don’t be angry. Teasing you is just so much fun… you have no sense of humour you know?” more roaring laughter.
I pick my stuff up and walk, no, drag myself, back into my room. I’m on the verge of tears. Stupid isn’t it? But that assignment really freaked me out, and he’s just laughing at me… My pride being what it is, I don’t like asking people for help. So not only did I have to swallow my ego and ask him of all people (my inferiority complex not helping – I mean, the guy’s a genius, he’s hot, he’s strong, and putting aside his lousy tastes in loud music, he’s pretty much perfect…) and he laughs it off, humiliating me and squashing the little amount of dignity I had left. I know I tend to panic easily and I know I’m slow on the uptake but… I was seriously considering his offer! It didn’t cross my mind he’d be joking! I feel so f*cking stupid right now, imagining what he meant behind those words and how he intended to act upon them… Sh*t, I’m such a moron…
When I snap out of my frustration, I’ve already reached the bathroom. I’m about to close the door and lock it but a hand stops me.
“James? Hey, I’m sorry… I went too far. I’m really sorry…” Go f*ck yourself. I’d say it, but I’m on the verge of tears. I turn away from the door and start walking towards the sink.
“Hey…” I can hear the concern in his voice, and I suppose that if I raised my head and looked at him I’d see the worry reflected on his face. But right now I’m too busy counting the tiles on the bathroom wall. 5, 6, 7… Sudden intake of breath: strong arms come out of nowhere and wrap themselves around me, flip me over so that I’m facing the devil while forcefully bringing me into a tight embrace. “James?” Ryan whispers. “I’m sorry. Really… Please forgive me? I’ll help you out; I was going to do it from the start. It’s just you’re so awkward sometimes and it’s really cute and I just love it when you freeze because you don’t know what else to do… I’m really sorry, I just love to tease you, but I went too far… Please forgive me?” He pulls me tighter against his chest. Great. Is that how he intends to comfort me? Well, moron, let me tell you something… congratulations, it’s working: I can feel my face heating up, and I’m getting giddy.
“James?” oh… is it me or is he getting slightly frantic? Well, well. Role reversal here… Now I’m the one in control! Bwahahahahahacough cough. “James?!” He pushes me away from his chest and with his right hand raises my face so that I’m looking directly at him, while his other hand slips around my lower back. Deep blue eyes, filled with concern are starring right at me. “I’m ok, do-on’t worry.” I stutter; I\'m currently drowning in those eyes. “I-It’s just I was really freaked about that assignment; I’m no-ot very good at math and the prof is far from being understanding when it comes to handing work in late; plus this course is a pre req…” The heartbreaking concern in his eyes slightly dissipates and a look of relief replaces it. Sigh. Good that’s what I was aiming for. Wait, no! I wanted to tease him more! Get my revenge! And now, I just lost my leverage! F*ck… Why do I always melt and give in to him?! Idiot, moron…
“sh*t, I’m so sorry James… I didn’t realise.” I can tell he still feels bad.
“Well, I didn’t explain it to you either… so it’s fine.” Wait… why am I apologising? Why am I feeling guilty?! I didn’t do anything wrong here! Urg.
“Ok, so where is it? Let’s do it now? It’s already midnight...” Stepping away from me, he grabs my hand and gently pulls me towards away from the bathroom.
Whatever… stop thinking so hard and get this math over with… sigh. “It’s on my desk.” The both of us move towards the bedroom, I grab my stuff and then he accompanies me to the kitchen and we settle there. After 3 hours, and 9 cups of coffee of 300 mL; thus an average of 9/3x300=900 mL of coffee per hour which amounts to… … … cough.
Anyways, so after 3 hours, the assignment is done. Over. Finito. Now I can go to sleep, I’m exhausted. Luckily I don’t have class tomorrow until 10. I walk over to my room, drop my stuff on the desk and then turn around to thank Ryan. I mean, sure he acted like an *ss earlier, but he felt genuinely sorry about it, and he was very patient in helping me out; he made sure I understood everything and never made a single demeaning comment.
As I step out of my room, the devil, which I hadn’t noticed was there until I nearly walked into him, grabs my wrist, and jerks me towards him. Obviously, I look up to him trying to understand why exactly he just did that. He takes advantage of that gesture and presses his lips against mine. Wait, is he doing what I think he’s doing?! I... The minute he starts licking and biting my lower lip, my thoughts fly out the dour. His free hand is around my hips, pulling me closer to him. Surprised by the movement, I open my mouth and gasp. As if he’s expecting this, Ryan slides his tong inside and gently starts exploring it, inviting my own tong into a slow tantalising waltz with his. No roughness, no push for dominance, just sweetness. I’m blushing, my knees are giving out, my head is spinning; I’m so confused right now…
As abruptly as it started the kiss ends. A smirk spreads across his smug face; his eyes are sparkling with mischief. “Just collecting my payment for helping you out…” He winks at me, lets go, turns around and leaves me stranded in the hallway, a dumbstruck expression on my face (you’ll note that’s the second time this evening). A few seconds later, I hear the door to his room closing (ah, so this is what he meant by ‘you freeze when you don’t know what else to do’…). Then I snap out of my trance.
It’s official, I’m going to kill him. Right now, I couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s my best friend’s younger brother; I’m just going to KILL him. Yawn. Uh, but um… first I’ll get some sleep and then work this mess out tomorrow; teach that b*st*rd a lesson… Imagining all the possible ways I could make him pay, I slowly drift to sleep, the amazing heat from his lips and hands still lingering on my body.
“I’m sorry. But that was just too funny…” More laughter. “You should have seen your expression just now…” If I could kill him right now, rip his guts out, bash that gorgeous head of his against the wall, destroy that annoyingly ideally spiked hair, and gouge out those twinkling eyes, I would.
“Are you gonna help me… or not?” I say between gritted teeth. I’m fuming. I’m pretty sure anyone could mistake me for a chimney right now.
“Oh come on man, don’t be angry. Teasing you is just so much fun… you have no sense of humour you know?” more roaring laughter.
I pick my stuff up and walk, no, drag myself, back into my room. I’m on the verge of tears. Stupid isn’t it? But that assignment really freaked me out, and he’s just laughing at me… My pride being what it is, I don’t like asking people for help. So not only did I have to swallow my ego and ask him of all people (my inferiority complex not helping – I mean, the guy’s a genius, he’s hot, he’s strong, and putting aside his lousy tastes in loud music, he’s pretty much perfect…) and he laughs it off, humiliating me and squashing the little amount of dignity I had left. I know I tend to panic easily and I know I’m slow on the uptake but… I was seriously considering his offer! It didn’t cross my mind he’d be joking! I feel so f*cking stupid right now, imagining what he meant behind those words and how he intended to act upon them… Sh*t, I’m such a moron…
When I snap out of my frustration, I’ve already reached the bathroom. I’m about to close the door and lock it but a hand stops me.
“James? Hey, I’m sorry… I went too far. I’m really sorry…” Go f*ck yourself. I’d say it, but I’m on the verge of tears. I turn away from the door and start walking towards the sink.
“Hey…” I can hear the concern in his voice, and I suppose that if I raised my head and looked at him I’d see the worry reflected on his face. But right now I’m too busy counting the tiles on the bathroom wall. 5, 6, 7… Sudden intake of breath: strong arms come out of nowhere and wrap themselves around me, flip me over so that I’m facing the devil while forcefully bringing me into a tight embrace. “James?” Ryan whispers. “I’m sorry. Really… Please forgive me? I’ll help you out; I was going to do it from the start. It’s just you’re so awkward sometimes and it’s really cute and I just love it when you freeze because you don’t know what else to do… I’m really sorry, I just love to tease you, but I went too far… Please forgive me?” He pulls me tighter against his chest. Great. Is that how he intends to comfort me? Well, moron, let me tell you something… congratulations, it’s working: I can feel my face heating up, and I’m getting giddy.
“James?” oh… is it me or is he getting slightly frantic? Well, well. Role reversal here… Now I’m the one in control! Bwahahahahahacough cough. “James?!” He pushes me away from his chest and with his right hand raises my face so that I’m looking directly at him, while his other hand slips around my lower back. Deep blue eyes, filled with concern are starring right at me. “I’m ok, do-on’t worry.” I stutter; I\'m currently drowning in those eyes. “I-It’s just I was really freaked about that assignment; I’m no-ot very good at math and the prof is far from being understanding when it comes to handing work in late; plus this course is a pre req…” The heartbreaking concern in his eyes slightly dissipates and a look of relief replaces it. Sigh. Good that’s what I was aiming for. Wait, no! I wanted to tease him more! Get my revenge! And now, I just lost my leverage! F*ck… Why do I always melt and give in to him?! Idiot, moron…
“sh*t, I’m so sorry James… I didn’t realise.” I can tell he still feels bad.
“Well, I didn’t explain it to you either… so it’s fine.” Wait… why am I apologising? Why am I feeling guilty?! I didn’t do anything wrong here! Urg.
“Ok, so where is it? Let’s do it now? It’s already midnight...” Stepping away from me, he grabs my hand and gently pulls me towards away from the bathroom.
Whatever… stop thinking so hard and get this math over with… sigh. “It’s on my desk.” The both of us move towards the bedroom, I grab my stuff and then he accompanies me to the kitchen and we settle there. After 3 hours, and 9 cups of coffee of 300 mL; thus an average of 9/3x300=900 mL of coffee per hour which amounts to… … … cough.
Anyways, so after 3 hours, the assignment is done. Over. Finito. Now I can go to sleep, I’m exhausted. Luckily I don’t have class tomorrow until 10. I walk over to my room, drop my stuff on the desk and then turn around to thank Ryan. I mean, sure he acted like an *ss earlier, but he felt genuinely sorry about it, and he was very patient in helping me out; he made sure I understood everything and never made a single demeaning comment.
As I step out of my room, the devil, which I hadn’t noticed was there until I nearly walked into him, grabs my wrist, and jerks me towards him. Obviously, I look up to him trying to understand why exactly he just did that. He takes advantage of that gesture and presses his lips against mine. Wait, is he doing what I think he’s doing?! I... The minute he starts licking and biting my lower lip, my thoughts fly out the dour. His free hand is around my hips, pulling me closer to him. Surprised by the movement, I open my mouth and gasp. As if he’s expecting this, Ryan slides his tong inside and gently starts exploring it, inviting my own tong into a slow tantalising waltz with his. No roughness, no push for dominance, just sweetness. I’m blushing, my knees are giving out, my head is spinning; I’m so confused right now…
As abruptly as it started the kiss ends. A smirk spreads across his smug face; his eyes are sparkling with mischief. “Just collecting my payment for helping you out…” He winks at me, lets go, turns around and leaves me stranded in the hallway, a dumbstruck expression on my face (you’ll note that’s the second time this evening). A few seconds later, I hear the door to his room closing (ah, so this is what he meant by ‘you freeze when you don’t know what else to do’…). Then I snap out of my trance.
It’s official, I’m going to kill him. Right now, I couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s my best friend’s younger brother; I’m just going to KILL him. Yawn. Uh, but um… first I’ll get some sleep and then work this mess out tomorrow; teach that b*st*rd a lesson… Imagining all the possible ways I could make him pay, I slowly drift to sleep, the amazing heat from his lips and hands still lingering on my body.